The Week of Mild Catastrophes

Time for an Erin blog since I made Mike do the last big one!  As usual it's been busy!  My work has reduced my hours a bit which has been nice since there seems to be something that needs doing here every single day lately.  Mike teases me and says that I shouldn't go into Airdrie for work anymore as every time I leave the house something happens here!  A few weeks ago it was Tucker's stitches coming loose (he got neutered by a less than competent vet student) and last week it was the sudden appearance of a sink hole in our driveway/under the house.

 You probably cant tell but Mike was less than impressed with this development.

You probably cant tell but Mike was less than impressed with this development.

We spent the weekend getting it filled in and tamped down but I'm sure with all this rain it will be reappearing soon enough (though we have much of the water on that side of the house diverted now.)  In 2 weeks we have a friend of Mikes who is a landscaper coming by to help us look at drainage options, but in the mean time we have a band aid or two in place.  This weather has been very nice for the new thistle patches that have decided to spring up EVERYWHERE in the lawn so all my spare time this week has been dedicated to the art of Round-Up and aggressive root digging techniques.  And some swearing.  I think I have a handle on them now but they'll be back in time.  Thistles are tricky, it takes 4 or 5 removals before they are really GONE gone.  I need to get some gas in the jerry can so I can have a big burn in the barrel of all the picked thistles and work out some frustration ha ha.

 Eat a dick thistles.

Eat a dick thistles.

Another fun event happened earlier this afternoon when the chimney decided to leak water (??!?!!)  Sigh.  Once we got that under control I decided to shop vac out the old ashes while I was there to discover the vacuum was clogged and ashes spewed everywhere out the back of it.  On the bright side the egg in my pocket I had forgotten about did not break during these shenanigans.

Seems like we have been bouncing kind of reactively from thing to thing lately.  On the bright side we have been drinking a lot more so that's been good for the economy. ;)

Things aren't all bad though, just a bit tiresome at this EXACT moment.  Mike is still working at the veggie co-op and now on Thursdays I go help for "harvest day".  We took the Boler out camping to Willow Creek and did not freeze to death nor succumb to Carbon monoxide poisoning from the propane heater in it.  We bought all our fence posts and wire so Mike and Neighbour Dave should be able to put that up once it stops raining.  I also lost the Quonset war so that will be going up this month (hopefully, knock on wood, fingers crossed.)  Actually it'll be great to have the storage space and to be able to keep the Boler inside.

 Pictured:  Erin, Sam and Trucky with the Boler.  Not Pictured:  Tucker because he spent 2 days under the camper crying because he had to wear his collar.

Pictured:  Erin, Sam and Trucky with the Boler.  Not Pictured:  Tucker because he spent 2 days under the camper crying because he had to wear his collar.

Mikes garden at home is looking great and our little berry patch is coming back nicely after the saga of "The Worlds Worst House Sitter".  (You didn't hear about that?  Let's just say the guy watching our house while we were in Oregon for the conference was...less than responsible).  Oh! And the grapes I was growing last year came back!  The vineyard plan is back on!!!

 Looking like a pretty legit garden!  I'm proud of that guy!

Looking like a pretty legit garden!  I'm proud of that guy!

Ok, I'll leave things there for now.  To sum up...well it's not always glamorous on the old homestead and sometimes things can be a little overwhelming but you just have to take things one day/wine at a time.  I'm glad I have a good partner in all this!

 Not the partner I meant but still...A puppy in a T-Shirt for no reason!

Not the partner I meant but still...A puppy in a T-Shirt for no reason!

 Oh and we got 2.5 bales of hay this year.  It's been a little dry...

Oh and we got 2.5 bales of hay this year.  It's been a little dry...